I moan, balling up my hands, my pussy slick and warm, letting him slide in and out as fast and hard as he likes. Nar releases my wrists and falls on top of me. He’s still pumping into me and growling at my ear. I grab the back of his head and fist his hair. Lifting my head and opening my eyes, I sniff his cheek, lick it, then bite down and growl right back at him.
Nar freezes, then shudders. A jet of cum surges inside me, and my orgasm makes my body shake. I release his cheek and lie there on the bed, splayed, muscles relaxed. I’m like goo. Nar holds himself up on his elbows, looking straight ahead. I bit him so hard, there’re teeth marks on his cheek. Jesus. I trace the marks with my finger, watching him so I can see how he feels about the bite.
“Do pups bite?” I ask, swallowing, a little apprehensive about the marks. I hadn’t realized I bit him so hard. Blood wells up on his cheek from one tooth that pierced his skin. Horrified, I swipe the blood with my finger, and more wells up. I swipe again. He spanked me and choked me and all, and that’s fine since he could tell I enjoyed that. It turned me on. I was aroused. But I have no idea if the bite turned him on…or off. “Say something.”
He’s still on top of me and inside me and looking straight at the wall.
He jerks his head up and looks at me with pale eyes. “What?” he asks, as if he didn’t hear me.
“Say something,” I repeat.
He opens his mouth, then shuts it, then clears his throat. “You marked my hunter.”
I frown. “I did?”
“Pups don’t bite grown hunters.” He smiles. “But a goddess would.”
He’s being a good sport about the bite. “Should I apologize?”
“Not at all. My hook is inside you, and I won’t be apologizing for that. I didn’t ask permission, and therefore, neither should you.” He retreats from me, and I sigh, feeling empty and missing his cock and body.
Fur hits the back of my thighs, and I startle. More furs pile on top of me. He’s up and about, moving from bed to closet in seconds. I need to get used to his speed and the sudden movements he can execute so I’m not alarmed every time he moves in an inhuman way.
I flip to my back and curl up, seeking warmth under the furs. He’s over by his closet, sorting through his clothes. A row of pelts and furs appears, and Nar pauses at one, stroking it. He removes it from the invisible rack and sits on the bed, shoulders slumped, head down.
There’s something wrong. I feel his mood change.
I rise up on my knees and hug him from behind, effectively draping my body over his, leaning my cheek between his shoulder blades. “It’s gonna be okay, Nar.” I don’t know what I’m saying, but I do know I have a tendency toward optimism, and sometimes with some people, that’s what they need to hear. I needed to hear it from Stephanie, and I’m passing it on.
“You think so?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“A goddess would know, I guess.”
“She would.” I smile.
Nar strokes my arms with a claw, then moves up on the bed and covers me with the fur. I stare up at his face, but he’s staring beyond me, maybe out the window, maybe just at the wall. I can’t tell through the whiteness of his eyes.
“Is it something I did?” I ask.
“You’re perfect, Aoa.”
“Aoa is a nice name. Unusual and nice.” And it’s fitting that I’d change my name. Michelle seems like history. As if I left her on Earth. She wouldn’t have survived this planet, not with all her proper and polite etiquette, a woman who’s never been exposed to anything but luxury and money. Aoa, though… Aoa is kind of badass.
I didn’t know I had it in me to survive that pit Gur put me in. I didn’t know I had it in me to remain sane when he dragged me out on a leash in front of all those males or that one of those males would actually force me to wear that collar and leash and make me like it because he thought it was sexy. Michelle, the girl who lived under scrutiny of the media and her brother, wouldn’t have survived. Or perhaps, I never gave the real me enough credit.
“I’m happy being Aoa-Michelle.”
Nar